He entered the house of his mistress
after long journeys,
trembling with desire,
emotion and impatience.
And he found her surrounded
by women friends,
who took malicious pleasure
in prolonging their visit.
But she was more eager still,
‘Ah, something bites me!’
lifted her veil
and fanned out the flame
of the only torch with it.
So that the guests departed.
No one has dared to speak
of you to me
since you went away.
But I have said your name
to the wind
as he passed me,
and to a certain man
as he lay dying.
If you are alive,
O my mistress,
the wind will some day meet you
as he passes,
and if you are dead,
the dead man will tell you
I have not forgotten.
If I told my pain to the torrent,
the torrent would halt for me.
If I told it to the palm tree,
the tree would bend down about me.
But you pass singing,
and do not even regard me.
I will tell my pain to the torrent.
If the torrent does not halt for me,
at least its water will refresh my brow.
I will tell my pain to the palm tree.
If the palm tree does not bend down about me,
at least it will shade my grief.
Once more I have conquered shame
and told you my suffering.
You refuse me the water of your lips,
the shade of your shadow.
you have often come to me
and covered my face
when it was weeping.
A nectar glistens
in my cup this evening,
and my lover lies
upon my breast.
Stay with me
as long as you will tonight,
‘Pity!’ she says,
with bruised breasts and disordered hair.
With eyes closed and legs still trembling,
‘Finish!’ she says.
She says in a choked voice:
‘It is enough!’
And now her silence grows eternal.
Is she dead or sleeping,
is she meditating in delight
on what has happened,
or thinking of another?
Her fair bosom was pressed low under the close embrace,
and the skin bristled with happiness;
the garment slipped off from her
where the girdle is worn as the ardor of love
rose to a pitch of intensity and she whispered weakly:
“Now do not, thou remover of my pride,
do not commit any excess, it is enough!"
I wonder if she was sleeping or was dead,
or sank into my heart or simply melted away !
From today onwards, I shall not give any place
in my heart to anger against my lover; nor shall I
ever mention the name of that poison-like evil-minded one.
So will not the night, laughing loudly through the clear rays
of the moon, pass without him, or will not a single day
in the rainy season, darkened by clouds, pass without him?